The Past Is Dead
The past is dead, future unborn
and whilst we’ve suffered and have bled,
our presence has been by love led,
though between fears and desires torn,
until feral ego is shorn
but enough about such things said;
the past is dead.
Each soul a unique unicorn,
in this life upon earth does tread,
melding with love, both heart and head,
igniting form which we adorn.
The past is dead.
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